Harry's insides lurched. The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds.
It had been such a pleasant evening that Harry's good mood couldn't even be spoiled by Malfoy, who shouted through the crowd as they all left the hall, ¡°The Dementors send their love, Potter!¡±
¡°Please, let's hurry,¡± Hermione whispered. ¡°I can't stand it, I can't bear it¡.¡±
Ron stuffed Scabbers into his pocket and Hermione picked up the cloak. ¡°I'll let yeh out the back way,¡± said Hagrid.
I couldn't believe it when Dad won the Daily Prophet Draw. Seven hundred galleons! Most of it's gone on this trip, but they're going to buy me a new wand for next year.